fic for randomfreshink: Gone Fishing

Dec 28, 2008 12:29

Recipient: Randomfreshink
Title: Gone Fishing
Author: ladytalon1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel (pre-slash)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Total holiday avoidance, coping by making sure they have other things going on.

Gone Fishing )

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ladytalon1 January 5 2009, 02:50:50 UTC
Thank you for reading and commenting! This was my first Jack/Daniel so I'm relieved that it wasn't a complete disaster :)

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dirty_diana December 28 2008, 21:34:28 UTC
Aw! That's completely adorable and so them, it left a silly smile on my face.

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ladytalon1 January 5 2009, 02:51:08 UTC
Aw, thank you :D

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advection December 28 2008, 23:26:01 UTC
Lovely and smile-making, the set-up as much as the contented companionship it leads up to. Mmmm.

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ladytalon1 January 5 2009, 02:52:14 UTC
Thank you :)

If you'd like to read some crack about what happened next, click here. :D

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skieswideopen December 29 2008, 01:02:35 UTC
This is cute and believable. I love Jack's efforts to take care of Daniel, and the bonding over their mutual dislike of holidays.

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ladytalon1 January 5 2009, 02:53:01 UTC
Thanks! I appreciate you taking the time to comment :)

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randomfreshink December 30 2008, 04:11:53 UTC
This is a delight, but I think my favorite bit is with Jack broaching the subject off-world...

...casually, as they’re running away - no, strategically retreating - from a handful of Serpent Guards. “So, fishing next week?”

“What?” Daniel, for his part, simply looks bewildered at the non sequitur.

So like Jack to ask when a stay shot can give a good excuse for a 'no' answer, or maybe cover up everthing.

Thank you!

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ladytalon1 January 5 2009, 02:49:12 UTC
I'm glad you liked it!

This is what happened roughly 3 hours later, after all the beer was gone:

Empty beer bottles lay strewn about on the table, and one describes a slow circle on the floor as if playing a phantom game of Spin The Bottle. Another clatters to the floor as a flailing limb knocks it from its perch; it rolls to a stop beside the pair of glasses that have been carefully placed out of harm’s way.

“Wait, let me just - oh, that’s… that’s nice.”

“For cryin’ out loud! Nice? That’s one of my best moves!”

The couch springs groan in protest.

“Oh my God, yes….!”

“Which god would that be?”

“Jack?”

“Yes, Daniel.”

“Shut up

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advection January 7 2009, 18:11:44 UTC
lol! Most excellent coda. :-)

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